I always wanted to be a Pokémon trainer. For as long as I remember, that's always what I wanted to be. But I never got that chance. My parents would never let me. They said it was dangerous. And I listened.

It was another normal day at school. Went through thought period after period with nothing of note. That was until bio class. I walked in like normal, shuffling my way to my seat in the sea of students. I was a good student, I'd say anyway. Goodish grades, A's and B's.

The bell rang as our teacher, Mrs. Angèle stood up. She moved a strained loose brown hair out of her face. "Good morning class. As many of you are aware, we will be starting a new unit today,"

I watched as some students' eyes peaked in interest. I read the syllable, and knew that this next unit would be about anatomy.

"It's true that we have an anatomy unit, we managed to find time to squeeze another unit in that I know everyone will like," She continued, a smirk appearing on her face.

I raised my head in interest. I watched as she pulled out 2 large boxes of eggs. Not just any eggs. Pokémon eggs.

"We will be doing a month-long unit on raising a Pokėmon from an egg," The class roared in cheers. Even I was clapping along. She settled people down. "You may even get the chance to keep yours if you do a good job. Now, I'll call names and you can get your desired egg."

I waited for my name to be called out as I scanned the eggs. There were many, each with different colors and patterns. One caught my eye. It was a purple egg, with red spots dotted around. That one. That's the one I wanted.

"Hector," Mrs. Angèle said.

I jumped out of my seat, almost knocking over the chair. I rushed over and grabbed my egg. It was mine. My Pokémon. My hands held the purple egg carefully as I slowly sat down. I rubbed my hands over the egg, looking at it in awe.

I turned to my friend Joel. I watched as he was called and walked up. He hovered over the eggs, before grabbing a yellow egg with blue spots. He glanced towards me, and I shot a smile back.

I watched as each student grabbed egg after egg, until each student had been called. Mrs. Angèle stood up, brushing her white lab coat. "You have each gotten an egg. Care for it, hatch it," She walked around, giving us each a pokéball and continued talking. "Once the egg hatches, catch the Pokémon. I cannot guarantee it will be simple. But care for the egg well, and the Pokémon should respond positively for you."

Mrs. Angèle started to talk about caring tips, and I scribbled notes down into my notebook. Make sure the egg is comfortable. Make sure to care for the egg. Clean the egg. Touch will improve connection when the Pokémon hatches. I got all the key points down.

The bell rang and school was dismissed for the day. Before we left, èle gave us each a starting kit. Some towels, a small heater, and a protective case for the egg so we can safely move it. I put the egg in the case and walked home. Joel and I live in the same direction, so we walked together recounting the events.

"I can't believe it. Our own Pokémon!" Joel practically yelled at me, bouncing up and down as we walked. "I wonder who mine will hatch into?" He glanced down at the yellow egg.

I glanced at my own egg. The purple drawing my eye in. "I hope it's something strong"

We continued down the path, eventually splitting up at a crossroads. I continued down the path, reaching my small blue house. I walked in, the door shutting behind me with a click.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home," I shouted out. I kicked my shoes off and walked into the living room. I saw my dad, a tall man with black hair. He was cuddled up with my mom, a tall woman-shorter than my dad by a few inches with red hair. I walked up behind them, grinning. "I have a surprise."

They both turned, and saw the purple and red egg in my hands. They observed the egg, the faint movements it made. My dad spoke first with a deep voice.

"Where did you get that," he had a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"It's for our new bio unit. We're hatching an egg"

My mother thought for a few moments, before speaking. Her voice was soft. "That sounds like a fun project! You don't plan on fighting with it, right?"

I froze a little bit. A drop of sweat rolled down my face. "No?" I said hesitantly. My parents both looked at me. Their eyes pierced me, seemingly swimming through my sea of thought.

They both turned to each other, nodded and turned back towards me. My mom spoke once again. "We'll allow it. But no battling. You're not ready for it," she said sternly.

I nodded vigorously and ran to my room. Opened my door, and looked around. The beige walls invited me to look around. I sat on my bed and pondered where to put the egg. My desk? No, I use it too much. I don't want to set it on the floor… my eyes fell on my old bean bag chair. I smiled.

With some old pillows, and some elbow grease, I made a little home for the egg. I plugged in the heater to keep it warm, and sat by the egg.

"I'm excited for you to hatch. What you will be," I said softly, moving my hand around the egg. "Whatever you turn out to be, I know you will be perfect"

I rubbed my hand over the egg, gently, as if petting a pet. It was warm and still. Something inside it was waiting, just as I was. I switched my poster, getting comfy. I felt my eyes grow tired as I drifted to sleep.